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January 14, 2010

The Art Lover

The Art Lover


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   President Obama has “made the Oval Office is own” by finally removing the knickknacks and art that reflected his predecessor’s taste.  He has okayed a few items that show his own style:  A bust of Martin Luther King, some Native American pottery, a couple of Impressionist paintings.


   At our house, I’m just glad the Christmas decorations are put away. Does the house reflect my taste?  Maybe not as much as my state of mind as the new year gets started. I like a clean, stream-lined house in January, perhaps because that’s always the month when I really bear down on my March deadline.  I don’t want to be dusting knickknacks or cleaning up leaves dropped from poinsettia plants or otherwise busying myself taking care of high maintenance decorating when I really need to be concentrating on getting this d%*@! book under control.


   Although I don’t have access to the collection at the National Gallery, I do like to rotate the art work in my house, too.  I have a modest collection of paintings—stuff that’s mostly landscapes because that’s what I like. (Cliché that annoys artists more than anything: “I don’t know much about art, but I know what I like.”) (Come to think of it, do you suppose I like landscapes because I spend most of my time indoors now?  At a computer?) 


 One of my favorites, an oil painting of a Virginia barn, hangs by the front door because it’s small (the painting, not the door) and it gets dwarfed anywhere else. 



   I also love an oil painting of our local park, which my daughter bought from a local artist for me for my birthday a couple of years ago.  DSC00637


  The painting that I own that makes me smile the most, though, is perhaps doesn't have the most artistic value. It's a watercolor of an Amish farm auction painted by an amateur artist friend, who included herself in the foreground.  “I made myself taller and thinner,” she told me when I bought the painting.  No kidding.  I recognize her in her favorite blue polyester pantsuit among all those Amish men bidding on a pitchfork, and I get a big smile on my face every time I look at her there on the farm. I can't provide a photo because my camera conked out at the wrong moment. Sorry.


  Here’s the most valuable piece we own. It's an old Audubon print of a turkey. 



   Sorry, again--you'll have to squinch your head sideways, because I'm having trouble with Mr. Typepad.  It’s a picture of a really, really ugly bird, and it used to hang on the wall in our TV room.  But we got a flat screen TV for Christmas (See it?  Huge, huh?) and the only place to hang the set is where the turkey was.  The turkey is so big, he really doesn’t fit anywhere else in the house.  Funny story about the turkey:  It was given to my father and mother upon their engagement, by my father’s ex-girlfriend.  My mother kept the print in its folio in the attic for 40 years, so it’s really crispy now.  She gave it to me eventually, because she didn’t want it in her house. Because it’s ugly?  Or because it came from the ex-girlfriend?  The story is part of the reason I keep an ugly, non-landscape picture around.


   When I was a kid, my dad redecorated his office by buying some pictures.  He was a lawyer, and interior of the brick, Federal-style townhouse where he practiced reflected lawyerly stuff like fox hunting.  (The closest he ever came to killing a fox was nearly running one over with his car one night coming home from a Chamber of Commerce meeting.)  In addition to all those horses and hounds, he bought an oil painting (a copy, of course) of a famous Dutch still life depicting fruit and a pipe.  I'm sure you've seen this picture. It features an ember that has fallen out of the pipe, and it smolders on a piece of parchment paper.  I remember this painting very clearly because I just knew that paper was going to burst into flame any minute! (I bet this is what art experts call "tension" in a painting, right?) So much for a peaceful still life!  It was the first time a piece of art stimulated a gut reaction in me.


   Also when I was a child, there was a large fruit market in my town, and we passed it regularly on the route from our house on the edge of the borough to Main Street.  In addition to fruit, for reasons I still don’t understand, the market sold velvet paintings, which they hung from the ceiling with ropes and pulleys.  Elvis and JFK were the most popular subjects.  I was fascinated by these paintings, hanging over the bananas, mostly because they made my mother furious. “So tacky!” she’d mutter as she paid for apples.  At age 8, I didn’t understand tacky.  Elvis and JFK had soulful eyes, though.  Memorable.


   Now, when we visit art museums, my family plays the game of “If you were allowed to take one item home from this museum, what would it be?”  This game is a way of getting people (like my husband) to enjoy themselves when they really don’t want to spend several hours standing around looking at pictures during football season.  The last time we were in the Metropolitan in NYC, I picked a Gauguin painting of nearly naked women in Tahiti, because we were there (New York, not Tahiti) during a blizzard. The painting looks like hot weather, doesn't it?


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Also, I liked the dog.


   For my new book, I was inspired by a NYTimes story of how an ancient Greek statue went from standing poolside at a family’s Palm Beach house (how it got there in the first place is the real story) to the hall of sculpture at the Met.  Only in my book, I moved the statue from Florida to Pittsburgh, and made it a naked man, not a woman swathed in a toga.  (I’m sorry when stories about art are reduced to how much things are worth, but that’s how it works in detective fiction sometimes.  Also, the naked element was thrown in for fun.  So sue me.)  Here's a photo I was hoping the art department would use for the cover, but no luck:

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  It would've sold books, right? 


  Meanwhile, like President Obama, I enjoy having art around me.  When I retire (hahahahhahaha!) I hope to take some classes and actually learn something about it.  I took the usual Art in the Dark courses in college, but mostly I remember falling asleep as soon as the lights went out.  That’s the way college is supposed to be, right?


  Do you have real art in your house?  I'm not above using fakes.  (Because I like Impressionists, I have a poster in my dining room that advertises a Manet exhibit we visited long ago.  It's not real, but it's pretty.)  Whenever I can, though, I like something that's been actually created by the hands of an artist.  It seems more personal that way.  I envy President Obama.  Imagine working in an office with the real stuff hanging on your walls, standing on your tables.  Pretty cool.


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I like the Impressionists, too. I have a fake Monet and a fake Manet. They are just light & airy & relaxing.

Certain Norman Rockwell's make me smile. There is one of a 12 or 13 year old girl staring at herself in a mirror with a movie magazine on her lap. I had a small copy hanging in my daughter's room for years.


I have hunt pictures in my kitchen because I like the horses and dogs.

One piece of art work that hangs in my living room is large pastel still life I did in high school. My father loved it so much he had it framed. When I got married he gave it back to me.

My favorite picture is an original oil painting by an unknown Chinese artist. It hangs in a very prominate place in our living room. Several years back, someone poisoned our Koi pond killing off all my large, hand fed and named, fishy pets. It made the Philly news for some reason. Not long afterwards, a young man showed up at our door with the painting. It is of 9 Koi (a lucky number) in a beautiful pond with a waterfall in a lovely tree lined park setting. the young man told us that a friend of his in China painted it and he wanted us to give it to us to help ease our loss. I cried happy tears, accepted it, and the very next day took it to be framed.

Note to self: Never type comments around 4 a.m.

"The young man wanted to give it to us to help ease our pain."

I've got some of my paintings around, I have some of Mom's in storage, none of it is our best stuff as I give mine away.
I did do some velvet paintings -- I wanted to try it. It has it's own frustrations.
But I will never, ever sew with velvet again!

The Crusie fans held the auction because one of our members was in treatment for breast cancer. She and her husband were both self-employed; they had health insurance that covered the big stuff but not the anti-nausea meds. We Cherries were happy to help save the day.

Nancy, I like the Virginia barn painting, particularly. You might like the paintings of another of my former Vermont workmates, Steve Goodman: http://www.spgoodman.com/

This will be no surprise to anyone, but movie posters are the wall hangings of choice around here. Some of the artwork in them, especially the older 'Noir' films of the 40's and 50's, is incredible....

Paintings, prints, photographs, glass, ceramics, I have them all. None are expensive, but they're to my taste. One of my favorites is a print of an impressionist painting by an obscure artist which has been in my father's family since the early 1900's. It's mostly in shades of green and it portrays a slow moving creek running through a grove of trees. It's framed in a simple arts and crafts style oak frame. I've loved it since I first became aware of it when I was a young teen and saw it on my grandparents wall. It spoke to me then and still does today. I even took it to college and had it hanging on wall.

I have at least eight original paintings on the walls--all but one of them done by my husband. He's a trained graphic designer (now cartographer) who took fine art courses during college. My favorite hangs over my computer desk. It's a scene from our summer cottage--the deck, overlooking Sodus Bay (on Lake Ontario). I especially love it this time of year, when the cottage is closed and there's four feet of snow on the ground (there, not here). It gives me hope that summer will arrive again.

I love watercolors and he says he can't work with them. I think he's being stubborn. (Guess what I'm giving him for his birthday.)

Lorraine, I think maps make great art, too. Your husband is a cartopgrapher? How cool is that?

And posters are good artwork, too. I have the original cover of Ngaio Marsh's DEATH IN A WHITE TIE over my desk.

Okay, I'm off to look at Holly's velvet period....

Holly, it never occurred to me that painting on velvet would be difficult. That must be why people do it! And who thought of it in the first place, I wonder? Weird.

Who knew? It's an "ancient art" that started in Kashmir: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Velvet_painting

A cousin of mine has been having gicle prints made of my grandfather's watercolors - she gives them to family members as gifts. (And yes, they're mostly landscapes.) This is a nice way for all the grandchildren to share the collection. In another vein, one of my favorite pieces in my house is a quilt made by my MIL.

The only piece of original art that I have is a painting of me that my college roommate gave me as a birthday gift many years ago. It's really lovely -- very flattering, interesting brushwork, etc etc. I just can't figure out how to hang it in the house without feeling like Scarlett O'Hara and that eight-foot painting of herself that she put over the mantle in the gaudy house she and Rhett built.

My small family room is decorated with the best of my late mother's oil paintings. She started with tole and decorative painting (I have a bunch of that, of course), did some landscapes (I have one that she did especially for me, and one that was a shared favorite), then really found herself in Grandma Moses-style primitives. Since we had the house painted, I haven't found the perfect spot for the landscapes yet, but I will. We also have two nice pieces from my husband's grandfather, and a dried flower bouquet in an oval frame under domed glass that my grandmother made.

For memories, I still have the painting my Mom bought for my room when I was very young. It features a rag-doll clown draped over a child-sized Mexican-style chair. Two little Mary Jane shoes and a pair of crumpled socks are lying on the floor. I remember that I used to count all the red parts as I was going to sleep at night.

I tried hanging the picture in my daughter's room. Naturally, the clown totally freaked her out! I wonder if my grandchild will like it???

Kerry, the clown might freak out most people. Ack!

I'm still thinking of Peg's koi pond, though.

It's hard not to talk about Haiti this morning. Best I can do is suggest we all send $$. Doctors Without Borders has been a favorite of mine--although not lately. Guess it's time to put them at the top of the list again. Red Cross, too, of course.

I've got a couple of paintings I inherited, and one has a great backstory: it's by an artist whose work appeared in a small exhibition in my great-great-grandfather's stationery shop before 1900. I discovered that only by googling the artist--it was a pleasant surprise.

Other than that, I've been collecting etchings and engravings since college, and I've long since run out of wall space for them. Nothing valuable, but I enjoy them all.

What a fun topic. Nancy, your Audubon turkey would fit right in at our house. Because Steve is a second generation wildlife photographer, most of our art has to do with birds of some kind, although we do have a photo of a pair of deer in our family room that I really like.

Our family of artists has tons of friends who are also, or were, artists of some kind, so much of our art was done by them. I love that we have friends' art on our walls, including some by Ruthven, who is a family friend. John gave us two artist's proofs for a wedding gift.

When my father-in-law passed away the job of breaking the house fell to me, including figuring out what to do with the art. He had collected friends' art for decades, and some of it was quite valuable. We gave perhaps the most valuable piece, a Remington bronze, to my husband's best friend, who was also very dear to my father-in-law. I don't think he realizes its worth, although he was super grateful to be remembered.

One of my favorite pieces is an artist's proof by my friend Claudia Lynch, who is witty, as well as talented artistically. She makes fantasy shoes in giclee prints. Here's the one she gave me: http://www.claudialynch.com/siameseshoe.1.html

Be sure to check out the rest of her Shoe Stories. They're hilarious.

Nancy, when you play your museum game also remember to check the museum gift shop after you've made your choice. They very often have prints of some of the more appealing art in the collection, which is how I've gotten two of my favorite prints. I was at the Maryhill Museum in rural Oregon and fell in love with a summery print entitled "Abundance". I saw a sign that said that some of the art was available as prints in the gift shop, so down I hied. When I asked they told me only two pieces in the museum were available as prints. One was "Abundance". Now how cool was that?

The other print I bought was this one, purchased from the Cincinnati Art Museum, which hangs over our piano (where our two fishing girls used to play):


Okay, Karen, I almost always choose the Singer Sargents in the museum.--Can't go wrong there.

And I am a huuuuge fan of the museum gift shops. Great for Christmas and birthday gifts. They often have items from local artists, too. There are some great art shops here in Pittsburgh. One of my faves:

Very cool, Nancy!

Lorraine, if he's used to using oils or acrylics, he really may not be able to adjust to watercolors. Watercolors do everything almost in complete reverse of oils/acrylics. I do the latter and cannot do much with watercolors to save my life, but I love oils.

Great subject, Nancy. I have a mix of media around here: photos, prints, maps, paintings, pottery. My husband does Raku pottery as a hobby and his stuff is pretty stunning. He's been asked by galleries to exhibit, but he just gives his stuff away because he says that's what brings him joy.

I finally got to take a long tour through the Met on my last NY trip, and it wasn't nearly long enough. But I get overwhelmed after a while there... I could spend hours in just the Impressionists area.

What I'd really like to try myself is glass blowing / glass sculpting. One day...

I have numerous Native American limited edition prints, a few artists' proofs, and one original water color by my favorite local artist, Dana Tiger. She paints very strong Native American Women.

In addition to those fancy ones, I have some framed greeting cards that I love along with some calendar prints that have also been matted and framed.

My poor daughters have pictures around the house but they are limited to the ones that can be in frames propped up in frames, because the walls are covered already.

Sculptures - I'm not sure they count, but I also have 1/2 dozen or so Austin's. I purchased two, and the others were gifts.

But, my very, very favorites are on the fridge. Most are still Christmas themed, but I'm sure Valentine's will take over soon. I have two infant hand prints there also. My best art is really in the kitchen!

Sadly, no Elvis on Velvet.

As the father of the princesses, my house is covered in school art. Beautiful, wonderful, but not master works.

My father was a lawyer too. His office was decorated with old stock certificates and other ornate legal documents. I now have two of these. One is a bond for the University Heights (University City, MO) Subdivision. The original owner was Luther T. Ward, U. City's first school superintendent.

My father also worked for many years providing legal services to artists (and a well known book tart). He founded the St. Louis Chapter of Volunteer Lawyers and Accountants for the Arts. As a result, we had the opportunity to meet many artists and the family has a collection of pottery and hand blown glass. One large pottery jar served as the family cookie jar for many years. At a show, my mother discovered that pieces that size by that artist were several hundred dollars. We got a new cookie jar.

Truthfully, and this will warm the hearts of the book tarts and their fans, my house is decorated with books.

Being the artsy type, I love most all forms of art expression.

I have some posters and pictures that my brother gave me. I have one of those oil paintings that you get cheap on the boardwalk...mom bought it years ago, and I kept it.

Other than that, I don't have much as I stand to inherit a large collection of works by Richard Bollinger. He is an absolute fave, and we used to live near him. My parents currently rotate his art through their house (what Rick calls "Bollinger West!").

I do have one original of his. I received it for my 21st birthday. I recently asked him what I should insure it for... original, no reprints, no remarks, no copies ever. He said I could probably buy a house if I wanted. LOL! He was serious, but I love it too much to part with it.

Soooo....a story in every painting and a painting in every room.
In my cracker box I have the "Pig pictures". They are boat scenes from what looks like the east coast of Massachusetts or Maine. Small docks and dingies. Sailboats and lighthouses. My grandmother, Winifred, bought them when they killed and sold the ginormous pig, Inky, on the farm. They must have reminded her of home.
Underneath them are the "Jamaica Prints". Scenes of everyday life that my parents bought when we went to Kingston and stayed in a BOAC pilot boarding house while we toured the island a long time ago.
Holly I love flamingos. And yes velvet is a bitch. The top is fabulous! My bathroom has a flamingo water color that my dear friend Mooney Ezra painted for me in Sao Paulo, Brazil. It is the theme of the bathroom and people give me stuff to go with it. Very popular in Miami...flamingos. Towels, soaps, shower curtains and candles to name a few things people give me are always welcomed.
I have some really cool paintings of exotic faces with peacock feathers as earrings and head pieces in my jungle theme bedroom. (Remember leopard is my favorite color!)
But my prize...my absolute treasure is a large oil painting of my son, William and the Isaac Dog puppy when he was 5 years old over my grandfather's desk. My mother in law commissioned it and even though there are some not perfect-ness things about it(like his mouth)it warms my heart and soul every time I look at it. He's 19 now but he'll always be my baby.
Art deco prints in the dining room and a large floral arrangement oil painting over the hutch are things I just liked. Bought it on a whim from a local but it is pretty.
Now if I could find the Beetles on velvet that would fit right in.
Turkeys indeed Nancy!
We are all a nice mix, no?
Just saying.

Alan, your mention of your dad being a lawyer reminds me that my father was sometimes paid in art. My mother still has a 2000 yr old glass vase--an amphora--given to him by an archeogist's widow. We tried giving it to a museum, but apparently they're a dime a dozen. Still, it's amazing to have something so old.

I'm enjoying everybody's comments. Who knew we'd all be so artsy?

Toni, your husband is truly a Renassaince man!

My house is filled with my own original art.
Art keeps me going! It began as a diversion and has become a second source of revenue. I love writing about artists too...it's all connected, isn't it, art, writing, music, gardening, life...is art!

Perfect timing Nancy. I received a framed photo for Christmas - of a print I already have! And so have been looking online for a place to buy a replacement print. Landscape (really beach-scape or ocean-scape) photos. The only site I've found has a really tedious browser. Does anyone know of a good site?

For the most part, I love really great photos over paintings. I'm sure that says something about my personality, but I'm just not sure what.

I have 2 favorite pictures. One is a copy of a drawing of a yellow dog curled up on a bed taking a nap. You can tell he's napping because of the way the sun comes through the window. I just want to curl up with him!
The other is a painting of the Spanish Steps in Rome, set with pretty flowers all down the steps. It's cool memento because I bought it from the artist sitting at the top of the Steps.

Growing up, a good friend of my mother's was an artist, whose preferred medium was watercolor. I have a couple of her things, wish I had more. My mother-in-law also painted, watercolors mostly. Many paintings by her, that we rotate out every so often.

If I could have my pick from a museum, I'd be torn between Alfred Sisley and Childe Hassam. Maybe I could have one of each?

This is so weird. Just last night I bought frames for the art I found in Australia, Aboriginal dot paintings. I couldn't afford the big ones, so these are about 8" X 10", but they are so amazingly joyful, painted it bright colors on black canvas. Both of them were painted by women, and since the interpretation is on the back of each piece (in pencil), I bought glass frames so we could still see the backs. And I bought a long skinny glass frame for the three postcards of Aboriginal art that I also found at a nearby museum in Sydney.

Since we were in Australia three years ago, it's high time I got them up on the wall!

I've just started getting interested in fine art photography, JanetLynn. No surprise--I like the landscapes. I'm starting to see that I need to branch out.

My favorite is an Artist's Proof by Michel Delacroix, a contemporary French artist, who paints street scenes of Paris in the naif style set during his childhood when France was occupied by Germany. The proof is a neighborhood square at Christmas time with a huge Christmas tree, horse drawn carriages and vendors selling their foodstuff from carts. It always makes me smile and it hangs permanently in the living room.

I have a lot of family photos framed and up on the walls.
One small beautiful water on silk painting of the mountains, a carved sun (by my ex-brother in law) and an oil painting in the bedroom, commissioned by a local Vancouver artist.

And of course some Disney photos . . .

My mom painted when she was younger but I haven't managed to acquire any of those.

Nancy, what a wonderful post. I am drawn to the impressionists and was reading about President Obama's choice of Childe Hassam's Flag Series. These paintings are so spectacular.
I have my brother-in-laws early paintings in my home. He continues to have showings today, his most recent being Fishing Life Along the Coast in the Tantallon Library in Nova Scotia, Canada. He has painted in many styles over the years abd was complimented by Andy Warhol in the eighties when his paintings were exhibited along Mr Warhol. My husband's neice is a talented porcelain doll creator and has a website business.
Being surrounded by such wonderful people makes me truly appreciative.

I have an eclectic mix -- a lot of kitschy stuff, but also watercolors my late mother-in-law did, some art glass plate a friend made, and oils by our former head custodian at FHN, a self-taught painter of landscapes. . . and prints, including tow Tahitian women from a set of prints commissioned during the Depression to keep artists working. . . and some crewel and cross stitch I did myself and a very cheap print from Venture, of the Wizard of Oz on a drive-in movie screen, which reminds me of my first viewing of WofO, lying on the hood of my uncle's car and nearly jumping through the windshield when the witch appeared on top of that shed . . .n ;-)

Oh, completely interesting! And our house is full of art. My mom and step-father collected Russian contemporary art--they went to the old Soviet Union, and brought a lot of it back. (They had many stories about their adventures in art studios, including my step-dad insisting he fought a duel for one of the paintings that the over-vodka'ed aritst couldn't bear to part with..doubtful, but hilarious and part of the family lore.) At that time, much of the work was not allowed to be shown in public because the Soviets did not think it was appropriate.

So I'm the "beneficiary"--in a non-will sense--of a lot of the art work..it's gorgeous, rich, and some of it is huge. A massive oil painting of Shostakovich by an artist named Sitnikov, and my favorite is a portrait called Marta in Spanish Dress by an artist named..ah, my brain is failing. I'll think of her name in a second.

But our walls are full! We also have a lot of original photographs. One wall of our dining room has thin shelves from floor to ceiling, so we can prop a wall-full of framed photos--but change them whenever we want.

And somehow, there's always room for more.

And if I could take a painting from a museum? In the Corcoran in Washington, there's a painting called "Deer in the Forest" by the Fauve painter Franz Marc. I love it.

After reading more comments I need to add the story of three of the photo prints on the walls. They were shot and printed by a friend who is now a graphic artist. In between the photography and the graphic art was a few months in the adult entertainment industry. So yes there are pictures by a stripper on my walls.

Hank, you could probably sell your art collection for a fortune to some of those new Russian billionaires! When you decide to retire. (haha--the thought of Hank retiring!)

Alan, have we seen her photo before? Because I remember you sending us to a website once . . .

Nancy (and anyone else interested), if you want to see the Koi painting I just posted it on my 'Our Garden and Pond' page.

You've found me out! I have so much art, it was one of my top criteria when househunting: "where will I put the art?"

My mom's faculty friends in various art dept's at various colleges started me down this road. We didn't have money, but we sure had a lot of books, art, and musical instruments at our house. And so my house looks just like mom's in that respect. Also, at one of my waitress jobs, the night cook was an art student who made it big and so I have collected a bunch of his pieces.

I also collected, back when I had a lot of disposable income, original art from children's books. I LOVED this stuff, long before I had kids and I love it now.

But my favorite artists are my kids. I frame their stuff all the time.

My big wish is for more wall space.

Yes, kids framed art is the best. Or not framed. Our fridge is very crowded with it!

Harley, I'd love to hear more about your childrens book art--what a fantastic idea.

Nancy--ah, that's an interesting thought. But somehow..not gonna happen. Any of it. (Although some days the retiiring thing is tempting...I had to have my hip xrayed today for poss arthritis. Sigh. Which is not as easy to get rid of as gray hair..)

I have a geometric watercolor, painted by a former colleague, of light blue, teal, green and yellow in my family toom. I prefer watercolors or photographs of colorful landscapes, doors, flowers or streetscapes to hang in my house.

When viewing a WPA art exhibit at the Smithsonian last fall, I fell in love with three prints from that collection, and also on the same day, was enchanted with a few portraits in the National Portrait Gallery.

I am hypnotized whenever I look Dutch and Flemish art from 1600s-1700s, when painters like Vermeer, van Dyck and Rubens painted scenes and portraits that appear so real, the subjects look like they could just walk off the canvas. I wouldn't want them in my house, though, because: 1) they aren't colorful enough and 2) they would creep me out.

My favorite work of all, though, is in a prominent place on my breakfast room wall. It is a small green and blue watercolor handprint that my son made in kindergarten and my mom had framed. I love that my son had a "hand" in it and that it reminds me of my mother too.

Funny you shud mention that Gaugin painting Nancy. My mom-in-law gave me a huge print of one of his paintings and I had it framed. It has traveled with us thru 3 homes and now has a promiment place above the spa tub in our condo. I like to look at the happy ladies when I soak with my glass of wine.

And for the record, I like landscapes, too. Screw em, right?

The trouble with houses is this: We want windows so there's light inside. But too many windows means not enough display space on the walls!

I've enjoyed getting this glimpse of all of your homes and preferences! My beloved museum poster of a Georgia O'Keeffe print fell off the wall in the '94 quake, and the shattered glass made me take a closer look and realize how badly faded it had become (light-protective glass, please, art lovers!).
I've been enchanted by the photo images of Ellis Island I saw at L.A. Photo (which is this weekend in Santa Monica for you westcoasters) a few years ago; wish I could recall the name of the artist to share his site with you. I don't yet have any of his work in my home.
Nancy, I totally understand the window/wall problem--there's really only one interior wall of my little apartment that is right for light-sensitive art.

Um, wait--my friend who is an art conservator would say that there are artworks that are not helped by light-blocking glass . . . consult someone who knows what they're doing before taking anything I say about protecting your precious pieces!

Forgot to say: Karen, I love the fishing girls!

Great blog, Nancy, I lived in France for a while and used to love the Jeu Du Paume Museum with all the Impressionist paintings. I don't think it's there anymore, they moved most of the paintings to the Musee d'Orsay, which used to be a train station. The Musee D'Orsay has a different feel to it...there are little alcoves and somehow everything seems disjointed and disconnected. The old place was wonderful.

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